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A  Dream  of 


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Dream  of    Realms  Beyond  Us 


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ADAIR     WELCKER 


831  Pine  Street,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 


Copyright  1885  by  Adair  Welcker. 
Copyright  1900  by  Adair  Welcker. 


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SAN     FRANCISCO: 
CuBERY  ANP  Company,   Book  and  Jqb  Printees,  587  Mission    Street 

1902. 

A  boofe,  the  earlier  Issues  of  which  have  been  placed 
in  the  hands  of  many  readers  in  Canada,  the  U.  S., 
Australia,  Asia,  and  Great  Britain,  differing  from 
other  books  in  this,  that  here  a  new  work  has  been 
attempted:  that  of  setting  forth  not  alone  things,  but 
the  meaning  of  things:  that  of  giving,  not  directions 
to  do  things,  but  the  reason  why  things  should  be 
done,  or  be  not  done.  For,  for  the  world  to  do  this, 
will  be  for  it  to  step  out  of  the  age  in  whioh  violence 
has  hel<l  sway,  into  the  age  in  which  there  will  be  none. 

'J'ho  price  of  this  h.>ok  is  40  b-hilliiigs,  or  filO,  if  bought 
from  the  author,  but  all  people  arc  at  liberty  to  make  -yS. 
or  type-written  copied  and  sell  them  for  what  they  will. 
Copies  sold  by  the  author  will  be  signed  by  him. 


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PREFATORY  NOTE : 

The  undertaking  in  this  work  has  been  to  follow  a 
method  which  has  not  before  been  followed;  to  take  a  step  which 
comes  after  those  which  in  religion  and  philosophy  have  already 
been  taken;  to  put  into  the  work  that  which  no  method  of  philos- 
ophy has  yet  had  in  it;  that  which  alone,  after  the  work  done  in 
the  past,  can,  with  it,  because  of  the  manner  in  which  it  will  create 
a  new  vision  within  earth,  cause  peace  on  earth  to  come.  It  has  been 
intended  to  put  into  it  and,  through  it,  into  earth,  that  act  of  the 
endless-world  art  that  will  so  touch  the  souls  of  men  that  into  them 
will  be  caused  gradually  to  come,  from  this  time  on,  perception  and 
a  knowledge  of  the  meaning  and  purpose  of  things.  For,  over 
those  matters  out  of  which  do  not  come  to  the  souls  of  men  a  spirit, 
and  an  understanding  of  them,  men  must  perforce  still  war;  but 
out  of  understanding,  and  from  understanding,  will  alone  come 
that  which  will  turn  their  battleships  into  rust  and  their  armies 
into  a  nightmare  no  longer  to  be  dreamed  by  earth. 

Then,  in  place  of  these  childish  folli^'s,  will  highest  manhood, 
in  the  form  of  conscience,  be  caused  to  come  down,  and  be,  and 
dwell  upon  earth.  Then  ;fchere  will  not  be  done  by  armies  of  people 
that  thieve  and  partition,  or  be  done  to  women  and  babes  in 
camps  of  concentration,  work  for  which  a  Herod  of  old,  of  Judea, 
or  a  Jack  the  Eipper  should  blush.  Then  will  there  be  done  those 
high  and  serious  things  that  will  be  worthy  of  men  grown  up; 
when,  through  the  discovery — that  sense  and  ability  will  make  for 
them — that  peace  is  best,  there  will  at  last  come  and  be  between 
and  among  men  goodwill. 


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SECOND  PREFATORY  NOTE : 

This  work — a  dream  and  more  than  a  dream— dealing 
with  matters  upon  which  the  minds  of  men  throughout  the  world 
are,  at  the  present  time,  profoundly  fixed,  is  here  presented  to  the 
reader  in  an  incomplete  form.  At  some  future  date,  should  the 
governors  and  rulers  of  institutions  of  learning  who  have,  in  all 
lands,  been  made  trustees  by  their  people,  and  given  large  endow- 
ments for  their  institutions,  with  the  belief  that,  with  them,  they 
could  be  aided  to  be  watchmen,  upon  their  behalf,  in  her  night- 
time of  art — thought,  by  such  methods,  to  be  by  them,  furnished 
with  all  manner  of  means  to  keep  an  outlook  for  the  emergence 
into  the  world,  not  only  of  art,  but  of  each  letter  of  the  law  which 
will  otherwise  be  found,  and  found  there  only  where  things 
change  not — in  its  unseen  place— see  here^^i  behalf  of  the  people 
who  have  intrusted  them  to  be  for  them  their  watchman,  signs 
of  something  that  might  be  added  to  what  is  here,  which  would  be 
of  the  law  a  part,  and  of  art  that  part  MHTis  art  transcendent, 
then  will  that  which  is  not  now  here  be  added. 

On  the  other  hand,  if  they  shall  not  so  see,  they  will  have  had 
an  opportunity  to  do — for  those  for  whom  they  hold  a  trust  than 
which  none  higher  is  ever  placed  in  the  hands  of  men — that 
which,  in  connection  with  it,  they  shall  have  deemed  to  have 
been  their  duty  for  those  who  have  trusted  them,  both  as  their 
agents  and  regents. 

Let  it  not  be  supposed,  however,  that  there  could  be  here 
expressed  towards  any  a  thought  or  a  word  of  coercion;  for  into 
the  last  and  highest  region  of  art,  which  is  the  place  where  all 
action  is  in  perfect  freedom,  coercion  and  oppression  cannot  come: 
in  that  kingdom  of  art  not  an  act,  and  not  even  an  imperialistic 
or  despotic  thought  can  be:  for  with  its  kingdom  they  have  no 
proportion,  and  into  it  can  not  enter. 


A  DREAM  OF  REALMS  BEYOND  US 


By  ADAIR   WELCKER 


ACT  I. 

[/Scene.— A  level  space  in  the  evening  clouds  of  heaven,  above 
the  Golden  Gate,  surrounded  by,  and  having  above  them— mass 
back  of  .mass — the  purple  and  gold  clouds  of  heaven;  and  within 
them,  on*the  cloud-plain,  and  composed  of  their  substances,  tents* 
A  throne,  wrought  of  the  hues  of  the  rainbow,  upon  which  rests  a 
spirit,  named  Elmo.  Below,  the  uplifted  heads  of  the  Gate  that 
opens  upon  the  ocean  Pacific] 

Etheria — Beloved  commanding  spirit,  I  have  obeyed, 
In  all  respects,  your  dear  commands. 
Seizing  my  silvery  staff,  and  placing  therein 
Sweet  thoughts,  to  be  attracted  westward 
Around  the  world,  back  to  those  other  thoughts 
Held  by  you  here,  I  sped  upon  my  mission. 
The  day  I  left  behind:  outran  the  sun; 
Entered  the  towering  palace  of  the  dark 
That,  through  all  time,  stands  opposite  the  sun. 
I  then  swept  through  its  curious  moonlit  halls. 
And  there  I  met  those  hideous  impish  sprites 
That  dwell  within  the  pointed  tower  of  night 
That  circles  earth  as  shadow  of  the  sun. 


I  found  them  mingling,  ever,  elements — 

Making  compounds  to  thwart  the  course  of  nature. 

From  them  I  learned  but  little  of  these  beings 

That  dwell  in  contact  with  the  earth  below  us. 

But,  when  I  overtook  the  blue  of  morning, 

Found  I  some  beings  from  a  distant  sphere 

Larger  than  mountains,  resting  in  their  ships 

That  ride  the  seas  of  space. 

Through  mixing  good  and  evil,  in  certain  proportions — 

Learned  I  from  them — these  beings  crawling  earth 

Did  seem  to  have  a  vague  intelligence. 

Yet,  knowing  not  that  low  intelligence 

And  strife  must  co-exist;  that  vision  vast 

Moves  only  out  from  rest;  make  they  their  choice:  ' 

So,  through  the  centuries  long,  dwell  they  in  doubt; 

And,  through  the  centuries  long,  swells  up  their  outcry — 

Up,  through  the  dark  their  violence  does  make — 

For  light;  whose  narrow  outlet  can  be  but  through  peace. 

They  said  they'd  noted,  oft  they  moved  in  masses — 

(At  times  in  order,  and  at  times  without  it). 

At  times  they'd  seen  two  masses  move  towards  each, 

Slowly  and  as  determinedly  as  insects. 

But,  as  the  blue  of  dawn  changed  to  that  hue 

In  which  the  later  day  does  dress  herself. 

The  prospect  blurred;  the  pressure  changed;  until 

These  beings  could  no  longer  stop  near  earth; 

Therefore,  unmoored  their  ships;  and  on  an  ohm 

Were  swept  through  space,  back  to  their  home  again. 


/   They 


They  should  be  rjlad  for  hardships  placed  upon 

them,  ^ 

And  know  them  wealth  for  their  souls  trasure 

hous  e ,  ^ 

Seeing,  who  has  the  heaviest  put  upon  him. 

Is   one.   for  strength  selected ^  to  make  righest 

If  tbxit  same  strength  can  lipoid  him,  when  wronged, 

silent  J  ' 

wondering,  perhaps, -(through  not  yet  knowing  the 

cause) :- 

Puzzled  that  those,  by  him  best  loved,  are  those 

who,- 

Dazed,  and  amazed  at  their  own  acts,  it  may  be,- 

Have  wronged  him  m.ost: 

That,  silent  should  each  bear  what,  else,  another 

must; 

One,  maybe,  nearest;  moved,  not  knowing  that 

They  act  not  of  themselves,  to  cause  their  wounds 

>Twas  all  I  learned. 

AIDAEL«  Bear  they  the  drawing  of  the  Southern 

Cross? 

Note  they  influences  of  the  Pleiades? 

Sees  each  his  likeness,  blow  by  blow  from  star 

dust  I 

Through  all  his  days,  from  model  changeless,     I 

That,  time  beneath  it,  stands  here,  with  us,     ' 

deathless? 

Knowing  what  poets  have  been  moved  to  write 

Mast,  m  a  measured  time  appear  in  heaven 

Have  they  interpreters,  when  stars  out  write  it 

Beyond  their  s^onset,-  sapients,  who  may  read 

What  these  star  pathways  show,  and,  shown,  leave 

traceless? 

! 

Have  they  yet  learned  to  speak  out  that  star 

lampuage,  which 

Spoken  to  stars  dark  each  one  after  another 

Succeeding,  touched,  becomes  a  glowing  ligilf' 

A  beacon  burning  out  \p  on  the  night?        ^ 

Know  they  the  way 

Men  may  awaken  stars  that  are  asleesp? 


Elmo — Learned  you  no  more? 

Etheeia — I  noted  this :  they  did  not 
See  that  themselves  are  makers  of  themselves; 
Makers  of  flowers  and  fruits,  of  dearths  and  famines ; 
And  that  the  years  in  which  would  famines  come 
Were  in  themselves  inscribed  and  years  of  plenty. 
That  when  they  grasping  grew  and  sought  without, 
Where  is  the  place  of  sand,  flow  and  effects. 
Prosperity,  came  after  dearth  of  growths; 
But  honest  deeds  of  nations  would  make  birds 
Carol  and  their  earth  blossom.  JJuiC^   fn€Mi  Kfl^Yt'  T2-<^^, 


[Enter  Ethron.] 
Here  comes  a  gentle  spirit,  whose  bright  face 
Bespeaks  more  knowledge. 

Ethron— ^To  learn  if  these  odd  beings  of  the  earth 
Were  real  beings,  and  intelligent. 
Called  I  a  mighty  host  of  brighter  spirits 
From  all  the  corners  of  the  universe 
And  found,  among  them,  some  that  saw  this  earth. 
They  told  me  that  these  beings  ne'er  rose  from  it, 
But  moved  through  shade  and  light  upon  its  face. 
That  all  their  actions  showed  fantastic  thoughts, 
Showing  these  beings 
As  very  infants  in  the  grades  of  life, 
With  zephyr  thoughts  but  granite  prejudices. 
That  they  were  blind  and  dumb  to  other  worlds. 
And  knew  not  even  that  they  were  themselves. 


8 

Their  eyes  are  flesh,  and  through  that  flesh  they  look, 

Yet  know  they  not  themselves  that  have  looked  through  it. 

They'd  seen  small  rythmic  spirits  of  the  light 

Dancing  about  them  to  the  throbbing  motion 

Of  undulating  heat  on  summer  days. 

Yet  men  were  blind  and  could  not  think  to  them. 

And  then  they  told  me  that  the  genii  of  caverns 

Would  light  odd  lights,  whose  flickering  flames 

Were  caused,  by  trembling,  to  play  melodies 

Beyond  their  reach  of  sound. 

So  seemed  they  deaf  and  unaware  of  them. 

They  said  that  those  who  sailed  across  the  deep 

Seemed  not  to  see  those  ocean  inhabitants 

Who,  rushing  through  the  air,  created  storms 

And  leave  their  white  tracks  seething  on  the  deep. 

Men  seem  as  fishes  dwelling  in  the  ocean 

Oblivious  of  those  beings  up  above  them^**. 

That,  by  the  deeper  concentration  on 

The  faces  of  some,  thought  they  that  all  were  deaf. 

Thus  much  I  learned;  no  more. 

Elmo — Is  there  no  other  that  has  studied  them  ? 

Blanta — This  day  I  seized  upon  th'returning  ray 
Of  the  revolving  light  from  sun  to  earth. 
I  passed  the  point  those  rays  opposed  do  cross : 
And  sitting  alone  upon 
The  foremost  promontory  of  the  sun 
Watched  I  the  silver  earth  as  it  revolved. 
Yet  learned  but  little.    But  I  learned  thus  much : 


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That  earth,  whereon  they  dwell,  by  their  own  acts 

Is  built. 

Then  (as  a  heart  is  curved)  their  acts  from  it 

Are  prompted:   That  their  thoughts  descend  from  them 

Into  their  earth,  to  from  it  crying  come — 

Therefrom,  new-living:    The  form  of  it  proclaimed — 

Spoken  by  dazzling  voices;  glittered;  outspoken, 

Down  from  high  heaven,  and  up.     And  this  I  saw: 

The  motive  power  that  moves  the  leaves  apart, 

From  bud  of  rose  to  bloom — 

The  meditation  in  a  woman's  heart. 

And,  looking  to  see  their  cause,  within  the  forests 

The  lotus  flowers  that  bloom,  that,  unseen,  fade, 

Saw  I  moved  from  the  meditations  prime 

Of  those  saints  hearts  whereof  the  world  knows  not 

The  cobras'  life  move  from  a  man's  heart,  long 

On  murder  bent;  the  shylock  nature  feeding 

Into  the  boa  constrictor's  form  its  force 

That  gives  it  life  to  crush.     The  skylark's  song 

Is  rapture;  borne  from  a  new  thought,  caught 

To  period  put  to  search  that  did  seem  endless. 

Elmo — Since  this  is,  then,  a  real  race  indeed, 
And  not — what  once  we  thought — but  plants  that  move, 
'Twere  well  for  us  to  better  their  condition. 
Has  any  other  of  this  company 
Brought  knowledge  of  this  odd,  discovered  race? 

Aeno — I  have,  for  fifteen  circlings  of  the  sun. 
Dwelt  opposite  to  him  in  midnight  darkness; 


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And  not  being  able  to  go  close  to  earth, 

Have  caused  life-informed  force  to  obey  my  orders 

And  fetch  me  information  of  these  creatures. 

And,  first  and  foremost  of  its  news, 

It  told  me  that  these  beings,  through  the  night. 

Seem  in  a  state  of  death;  but  come  to  light. 

Out- wakened  by  the  wave  of  harmony 

The  sun  plays  on  his  rolling  lyre  of  earth. 

I  then  learned  that  they're  often  much  tormented 

By  growths  of  contest,  whose  poor  lives  are  measured, 

And  other  devilish  sprites 

That,  like  the  skates  and  mudfish  of  the  oceau, 

Dwell  at  the  bottom  of  the  seas  of  air. 

Still  others  too — 

If  they  oppress — can  come  to  have  touch  with  them. 

And  tempt  them  from  high  cliffs;  and  often  lead  them 

To  their  own  ruin;  placing  in  their  way 

Most  deadly  things  of  hurt.     And  then,  besides. 

Hideous  small  goblins,  dwelling  in  the  moon. 

Distill  into  her  rays  things  poisonous — 

That  reach  them,  if  they're  bent  on  warring  deeds, 

And  madden  them,  or  give  them  curious  dreams. 

And  thus,  through  their  own  acts,  earth's  harassments 

Stamp  haggard  looks  and  marks  of  care  upon  them. 

Thus  there  begins  a  life  of  groans  and  sighs 

Wrought  by  their  wracks,  their  pains  and  their  diseases. 

Although  'twas  hard  to  learn,  have  I  discovered — 

Through  pictures  shown  to  me  of  these  same  mortals — 


11 

In  every  one  there  is  the  central  good; 

Which  goodwill,  as  a  rose,  burst  into  bloom 

Beneath  the  glowing  light  that  looks  to  find  it. 

I  saw,  with  all,  that  love  outlasted  death; 

The  strength  of  mother's  love,  that's  not  of  earth. 

I  saw  an  infant,  at  its  mother's  breast, 

Gaze  up  into  her  face  with  laughing  eyes. 

Often  that  they  wept  more  o'er  others  sorrows 

While  their  own  ills  they  bore  with  unknown  patience. 

This  many  knew  not:    That  when,  from  their  bodies 

Themselves  would  be  withdrawn,  in  death  or  sleep. 

Their  thoughts  will  (in  those  states)  for  them  become 

(To  all  whose  lives  those  same  thoughts  form) 

One  visible  and  solid  habitation;  one,  though  unseen. 

Invisible  to  others  having  thoughts 

Less  rare  than  are  their  own.     Those  having  thoughts 

unlike : 
The  kind  the  brutal  see;  but  they,  to  them,  live  blind. 
Methinks  'twould  be  a  pleasant  thing,  indeed. 
To  help  them  lift  such  clouds  as  hide  their  light 
And  hold  them  blind  and  dead. 

Elmo — It  shall  be  done.    Now,  for  the  present  time. 
We'll  have  our  workmen,  in  their  shops  of  air, 
So  to  combine  and  forge  the  elements 
That  the  bright  song  of  twilight  shall  be  formed 
Ere  sinks  the  sun  to  his  cloud-curtained  bed. 
And,  to  that  end, 
Let  them  combine  the  light  that's  shot  from  Venus; 


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The  color  of  the  ocean's  wave  by  moonlight, 
Above  the  violet  and  below  the  red; 
The  light  reflected  from  the  ocean's  teeth 
When  angrily  she  gnaws  the  edge  of  earth; 
The  dancing  atmosphere  of  summer  evenings; 
The  dizzy-moving  borealis  light; 
Weird  shadows  of  the  ancient  gloomy  forests; 
The  lulling  sound  of  dripping,  unseen  waters — 
Above  their  treble,  or  below  their  bass; 
Then  touch  all  with  the  touch  of  summer  air — 
More  delicate  than  the  sense  of  man  can  reach- 
When  every  flower  is  decked  in  glittering  dew — 
Its  gaudy  dress  worn  on  that  grand  occasion 
Whin's  heard  the  bow  of  promise,  the  storm  being  o'er. 
These  sights  and  sounds  our  spread,  our  feast  this  night. 


ACT  II. 

[Scene.— A.  California  forest,  high  up  in  the  mountains.    A  small 
stream  comes  winding  through  the  woods.] 

[De  Petzy  and  Blauvelt  enter.] 

Blauvelt — Here  let  us  rest  and  make  tonight  our 
camp. 
And  let  our  tired  limbs  and  aching  bones 
Be  patients,  for  a  time,  to  such  attendants 
As  nature  sends  in  shape  of  cooling  winds 
Which,  to  the  patients  placed  beneath  their  care, 
Bring  balmy  odors  from  the  ferns  and  mosses 
And  many  an  herb,  till  we  are  healed  again. 

De  Petzy — I  think  we  could  not  better  our  condition 
By  going  further  on.    Besides,  the  night — 

Blauvelt — Drop  then  your  gun  and  rest  upon  this 
bank. 
How  sweet  the  air,  the  gurgling  of  this  stream . 
There's  something  soothing  and  refreshing  to  me 
To  find  myself  afar  from  human  cares : 
Far  off,  beyond  the  sounding  of  an  echo 
Of  giant  mills,  and  cities  soot-begrimmed : 
Our  sole  companions  these  dumb  trees  that  stand 
Holding  behind  ther  grim  and  solemn  aspects 
The  secrets  of  a  thousand  passing  years 
Known  to  themselves  alone;  the  antlered  deer; 


14 

Owls  whose  wise  looks  tell  of  their  secret  knowledge; 
And  other  beasts,  spellbound — made  dumb  by  nature 
To  hold  the  wondrous  things  that  they  have  seen. 
Why,  here's  a  country  to  be  new-discovered; 
One  of  earth's  many  realms  but  brushed  by  dreams. 
De  Petzy — Ofttimes,  my  mind  being  in  a  curious 

mood, 
When,  knowingiiwi^I've  been  never  out  of  it, 
But  all  I've  seen  and  read,  within  myself. 
Earth  seems  more  like  a  dream  than  any — a  fancy 
That  strides  the  stage  of  sleep.    Is  it  not  odd 
That  wo  are  held  here  on  this  piece  of  earth 
That  floats  a  bubble  on  the  seas  of  space  ? 
Such  being  our  lot  seems  a  disordered  dream — 
A  state  of  odd  enchantment,  that  of  earth, 
While  real  things  are  unknown  all  to  us. 

Blauvet — I've  often  thought  4iM^  something  more 

worthy  men 
Must  back  this  feeble,  childish  race  for  wealth — 
As  children  mud-pies  making; 
Their  mad,  absurd  expending  of  life's  moment. 
That,  in  earth's  forest,  was  something  beyond  the  wolf; 
The  lion,  whose  red  jaws  have  torn  the  weak; 
The  eagle,  that  highwayman  that  holds  up 
The  little  osprey,  and  thieves  from  him  fish; 
The  panther,  stepping  with  his  cautious  tread 
O'er  crackling  twigs  in  this  grim  forest; 
The  grizzly,  striding  with  his  massive  tread — 


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Wonders  astonishing  and  unimaginable 
Being  not  yet  known. 

De  Petzy — There's  surely  pleasant  contrast  in  these 
woods, 
For,  being  alone,  we  have  no  enemies; 
Being  far  away — off  from  the  race  of  men — 
But,  having  none  to  hate  us,  we  have  not 
A  place  for  gentle  thoughts  to  reach  their  mark. 
Therefore,  a  life  apart  from  all  mankind 
Is  one  not  natural — one  with  parts  left  out. 

Blauvelt — List  to. the  cooing  of  the  unseen  dove. 
I  wonder  if  they,  too,  have  woes  of  love — 
Heave  mighty  sighs;  then,  with  disturbed  visage. 
And  eyes  grow  mournfully  large,  gaze  they  upon 
Those  whom  they  love,  with  passionate,  pleading  looks? 
And,  are  they  jealous,  like  men? 
And  have  they  friends,  or  foes,  or  foolish  customs 
To  break  sweet  nature's  course,  and  leave  love  hopeless  ? 

De  Petzy — Throughout  the  universe  is  this — one  law : 
Sorrow's  the  prophet  to  each  stage  of  life : 
Out-born  from  pain,  its  cry  proclaims  peace  added. 
Why,  sure  it  is  they  have  their  share  of  woes. 
Wrought  chiefly  by  fear : 
Living  a  life  of  false  alarms  wrought  out: 
Mourn  for  their  friends;  and  in  their  sweetest  songs 
Oast  out  their  griefs  into  the  wide  world's  ear. 
But  now  I'll  leave  you  to  more  lonely  musings 
And  wander  off  t'explore  the  woods  around  us. 


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AIDAEL.  But,   is  not  this   one  of  Eartl^s     bards, 

Earths  prophets, 

One  of  those  rare  ones,  by  us^best  beloved, 

Who  may  not  lie,  to  hold  place  or  position, 

But,  doing  those  things  that  place     Earth  beneath 

them, 

Upon  the  rungs   of  such  a  ladder  made, 

Gan*  to  us,  mount  in  vision? 

ELIDAH.  One  of  the  ones  who  speak  in  metaphors, 

Wliich,   of  men's  thought,  being  nearest  to  the 

\V?^ough^  by  our  state,   enables  us  to  give  back 
To  them  their  wisdom*- 

With  courage  that  is  not  the  drumM-drug^ed  sort, 
These  speak  the  truth,  when  that,   if  thai  they 
tell. 

Means  loss  of  bread,  of  place,  or  benefice.- 
Soldiers  m.ay  take  a  chance  to  die,   and  fear  not 
If  clacquers   clack,   or  drums  go  loud     enough, 
What  is  called  death.     Here's  of  another  xxxi 
class:- 

He's  of  a  band,-  of  those  strange  sturdy  ones 
That  fear  not 

The  poverty,   before  which  governors   quake: 
At  which, -(while  they  blanch,  and  their  bowels 
wiisksrappft^  weaken); 

Order  obeying,  xxXtkKX  rather  than  the  truth,- 
Generals  and  admirals,  then  denying  it, 
Or,  in  place  of  it,  seating  whal  is  noi. 
Have  hidden  over,  and  concealed  their  guilt* 
While  towards   such  men,  bend  we  men's  high  plau- 
dits, 

Their  wealth  and  honors. 

Against  our  dear  ones  have  we  turned  men's  j«ers. 
And  had  them  buffet  them,  and  hand  them  wounds. 
Yet,  while  at  their  amazement  we  have  laughed, - 
Seeing  wliat  rotten  fruit  the  othlers  got 
While  these  had  life,-  our  laughter  was  for  loves 
sake. 
VB^^.  May  we  then  plag^ie  them? 


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[Exit  De  Petzy.    Blauvelt  lies  down  and  goes  to 
^sleep.    Then  enter-WAVEA  and  Ellock,  two  spirits  of 
the  woods.] 

Wave  A — He  lies  asleep.    Upon  his  face  I'll  breathe, 
And,  through  my  breath,  infuse  my  nature  in  him, 
As  lovers  do,  when  breathing  each  on  each, 
Creating  such  fancies  and  such  odd  conclusions — 
Harmless,  as  in  him  is  there  naught  of  hate — 
As  never  yet  were  lodged  in  mortal  mind. 
Then  shall  he  sweep  the  universe  with  thought 
And  stand  amazed  indeed  to  see  the  things 
Caught  in  his  net  of  reason. 

Ellock — Is't  not  against  Etheeia's  commands, 
Who,  for  the  part  she  takes  in  that  great  work 
That  is  now  brewing  in  the  higher  heavens 
To  help  the  world  on — would  bring  these  two  together? 

Wavea — Not  if  such  thoughts  are  placed  within  his 
brain 
T'attract  him  out  of  earth. 
Yet  were  it  pleasant,  if  we  had  our  way. 
To  make  his  mind  grow  drunk  with  hideous  fancies. 
But,  as  we  are  commanded  otherwise, 
I'll  let  him,  in  his  dreams,  tread  upward, 
And,  being  the  hero  of  his  deeds  of  sleep. 
Go  onward;  upwards,  through  those  many  realms — 
That  have  high  words,  of  which  they  are  upbuilt, 
That  make  them  to  the  low  invisible — 
Where  waking  mortals  could  not  be  and  live. 


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I'll  show  a  tliousand  varied  scenes  in  hell 
Where,  there,  the  laughter  of  a  woman's  eyes 
Would  end  his  peace  forever. 
I'll  show  the  green  and  monstrous  angular  sprites 
That,  in  the  chilly  southern  seas  of  ice 
Where  shines  the  southern  cross,  control  the  waters 
And  make  the  choppy  seas  dash  icy  waves 
Against  the  mighty  domes  and  towers  of  ice 
Full  many  feet  in  air; 

That  drag  the  howling  winds  from  point  to  point, 
Shrieking  as  if  in  pain; 

That  lead  the  deadly  winds  against  the  ships, 
Icing  the  rigging;  freezing  the  sailor'  thumbs; 
And  then — white  fogs  unfold  upon  the  waters. 
And,  all  the  while,  so  various  are  the  sounds — 
The  loud  reports;  the  rattling  of  floating  ice — 
That  hell  itself  seems  there  to  have  an  echo. 
I'll  show  those  fourteen  stars,  west  of  the  cross, 
Where  dwell  the  dreaded  mutineers  from  Venus. 
We'll  show  where  was  the  pyramid  first  made. 
We'll  show  the  cloud-bound  caves  of  distant  realms 
Where  roam  forever  spirits  of  wild  beasts. 
And  then  we'll  show  the  wild  north-central  heaven 
Where  come  the  poisonous  winds  from  every  point 
Named    on  the  compass;     mingling   their    poisonous 
breaths 


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[Here  is  left  out  a  portion  of  the  matter,  referred  to  in  the 
Prefatory  Note,  in  order  that  the  institutions  of  learning  of  the 
world  may  determine  the  question  as  to  whether  or  not  it  is  prob- 
able, from  so  much  of  the  work  as  has  been  placed  before  them, 
that  the  portion  not  placed  before  them  is  of  such  a  character 
that  it  should  be  permitted — at  the  same  time  that  they  erect  and 
idolize  and  endow  buildings  of  stone  and  wood — as  they  stand  and 
look  on,  to  perish;  not  needed  to  be  put  into  expression;  not 
needed  to  be  taught  in  their  colleges  and  schools. 

As  it  is  into  their  hands  that  the  people  have  placed  on  trust 
large  endowments  to  be  used  for  the  encouragement  of,  and  as  a 
means  of  giving  recognition  to,  the  work  of  those  who  give  their 
own,  in  order  that  they  may  work  in  the  art  kingdom;  and  as 
teachers  and  rulers  over  the  schools  have,  many  of  them,  given  to 
one  another  the  title  of  Master  in  these  matters  that  belong  to  the 
kingdom  of  art,  it  will  be  for  them,  sitting  in  the  character  of 
Masters  in  the  art  kingdom,  to  determine  whether  or  not  it  is  for 
them  to  pass  upon  the  question  here  presented — which  is  of  it. 

Much  better  would  it  be  if  these  charity  funds,  now  used  to 
aid  youth,  are  not  well  used,  that  they  should  be  used  to 
improve  and  add  to  the  comforts  of  those  nobler  charitable  homes, 
almshouses,  that  are  established  for  those  less  able  to  help  and 
care  for  themselves  than  the  young;  those  who  have  expended 
more  of  their  energies  in  the  work  of  the  world  than  the  young — 
the  old.] 


ACT  III. 

[Scene.Same  as  Scene  1,  Act  L] 

Elmo — Since  it  has  been  resolved  by  us  to  each 
Help  on  some  other  being  of  this  race, 
Let  such  as  have  observed  them  give  the  news. 

Ethron — Beloved  spirit,  it  being  against  our  natures 
To  come  in  closer  contact  with  the  earth. 
Since  deadly  vapors  rise  from  murderous  deeds, 
And  worse  than  acids  fly  from  cruel  acts. 
And  brutal  words,  or  selfish  vanity. 
By  which  some  mount  upon  the  woes  of  others; 
Therefore,  I've  sought  out  beings  that  have  power 
To  walk  upon  the  surface  of  that  earth. 
Out  of  their  multitudes,  with  various  natures. 
Chose  I  the  laughing  sprites  called  from  the  woods 
To  serve  my  ends. 

Elmo — How  learned  you  from  them? 

Ethron — These  things  saw  I  through  them : 
That  kind  thoughts,  thoughts  of  others,  can  expand  them. 
Giving  new  strength,  and  power  of  life  to  both. 
Ill  thoughts  take  with  them  from  the  soul  that  throws 

them — 
Or,  people  thinking  less  of  other  people 
By  that  made  measure — 
Part  of  its  store  of  strength : 
That  he,  as  well,  who  sees  another  suffer. 


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Having  stored  up  what  could  be  his  relief, 

And  does  not  use  it,  thus  deprives  himself 

In  exact  measure  by  those  his  possessions 

That  he  used  not. 

The  air  below  is  filled  with  finest  dust — 

From  this  they  modeled  forth  a  beauteous  maiden : 

Thereafter,  casting  sunlight  on  this  form 

Seemed  it  to  live;  and,  by  this  form  of  hers, 

Knewnow  outward  nature,  acting  on  it, 

Would  fill  her  inward  mind;  and  saw  that  she 

Was  one  it  would  repay  us  well  to  serve. 

Elmo — How  would  you,  could  you,  serve  her? 

Etheon — Why,  I  have  seen  one  cruel  thing  on  earth: 
That  natures  that  are  fitted  each  to  each 
Oft  lead  a  life  that's  all  unsatisfied, 
Because  they  feel,  and  yet  they  do  not  know, 
The  other  lives  for  them;  yet  die,  and  never  meet. 
Therefore,  I've  brought  the  one  that's  fitted  for  her 
And  they  have  met,  and  in  a  moment  felt 
What  they  have  known  since  Neptune  touched,  last, 

earth. 
To  consummate  my  plans 
I've  had  her  flee  her  home  within  the  woods; 
And,  to  prevent  her  guardian  following  her, 
Have  given  to  its  obedient  sprites  the  power 
To  play  such  tricks  as  pleased  them  most  upon  them. 
They  lead  them  now  up  steeps;  through  briars  and  thorns, 
And  by  the  many  mansions  of  that  route; 


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O'er  angular  rocks  that  mincing  feet  will  wound 

And  jar  out  lies,  like  toads,  from  mouths  that  hold  them; 

Through  swamps;  through  wild  grapevines; 

Make  each  one  think  the  other  Sylvia, 

And  set  each  beating  each. 

Now  will  I  lead  her  on  through  trouble  and  woe 

To  drag  her  dead  world  from  her. 

Elmo — Has  she  no  earthly  friend  to  help  her? 

Ethron — My  ministering  spirit  showed  an  aged  man 
Thinking  the  daughter  that  he  one  time  had 
Was  dead  in  infancy.     They  told  me  then, 
That  this  was  Sylvia's  father. 
Studied  I  then  his  brain,  and  of  the  spirits 
(Which  men  call  thoughts)  attracted  to  his  soul 
Saw  I,  'mongst  others,  these  his  last  conclusions. 
Which  showed  me  odd  things  of  this  race  of  men  . 
Men  knew  but  little,  and  seemed  not  to  this : 
That  when  the  sun,  new-born,  goes  on  its  course, 
Its  number  altering  with  each  day  it  makes, 
Meets  it  and  greets  it  in  all  germs  their  number; 
Then  leap  they  at  its  music,  known,  to  life. 
Men,  loving  earth  above  all  other  things, 
To  them  'tis  clearest  made.    But  when,  loved  less. 
And  other  things  loved  more,  they  come  to  life. 
That,  to  that  which  things  cease  to  hate 
To  strongest  love — they  go. 

Th  it.  when  man  seems  held  fast,  and  bound  by  fate. 
Yet,  oven  then,  relief  will  surely  come 


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And,  by  some  path  that  will  seem  plain  enough — 
When  has  the  fullness  of  his  task  been  worked — 
But  which  he  had  completely  overlooked 
And  lost  all  memory  of. 

Elmo — This  is  a  good  commencement,  for  an  end 
To  round  out  royally.    What  other  spirit 
Will  further  speak  of  what  has  been  discovered? 
Here  comes  one,  having  bright,  mischievous  eyes 
That  an  odd  humor  might  find  ev'n  in  death. 

VoNRA — I've  seen  their  life  is  just  an  odd  conceit 
Wrought  from  more  odd  conceits — 
Seeing  the  future  is  but  night  to  them. 
Queer  that,  worshiping  tenderness  to  all. 
Peace  grows  their  battlecry:     Thieving,  with  some, 
Their  spreading;  with  some,  their  greed,  their  god. 
Those  that  start  war  and,  through  war,  seek  their  will, 
Yet  talk  of  heaven  to  be; 
Not  knowing  that  a  mind,  to  grow  to  that, 
Must,  by  desire,  fast  to  no  part  be  drawn; 
Must  rise  up  over  all  this  realm  of  strife; 
Whose  hands  must  hold  no  more,  nor  cling  to  earth; 
To  go  in  there  must  leave  itself  without; 
His  mantle  of  earth  released — let  go  to  earth. 

Elidah — Whose  eye,  that  so  long  doubled  was,  and 
kept  obscured, 
Be  merged,  be  single  made,  and  knowing — and  known 

to  light. 
Upholding  they  the  things  of  earth  as  high. 


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Fall  they  down  later  with  them.     Saw  I,  this: 

Who  slowly  kills,  by  words,  or  cruel  looks, 

Or  thoughts  unfair,  or  thoughts  by  hate  projected. 

Is  as  much  murderer  as  is  the  one 

Who  does  so  with  a  bludgeon. 

AiDAEL — Whose  thoughts  are  drawn — forced  down  to 
central  earth. 
But  there  are  thoughts,  of  which  are  thoughts  of  art, 
Reversing  gravity,  and  they  hold  life. 

VoNRA — This,  too,  saw  I  of  them : 
They're  never  all  good;  not  one  entirely  bad. 
The  worst  of  any  will,  at  times,  be  saints; 
The  best,  their  opposite. 

Elmo — What  knowledge  have  they 
Of  all  the  radiant  hosts  of  worlds  about  them  ? 

VoNRA — They  scarce  conceive  that  all  the  things  of 
earth 
Are  things  in  miniature  of  worlds  full-grown. 
That,  as  their  nations  think  and  act  like  men, 
At  times  being  sane,  at  times  being  mad  as  they. 
So  is  their  race  a  unit  for  vast  worlds. 
That,  as  their  seas  have  puny  storms  upon  them. 
So  are  there  other  storms  that  sweep  through  space, 
Creating  vast  currents,  whirlpools  and  tides; 
Setting  world's  dancing  on  their  rushing  billows 
Like  corks  upon  the  ocean; 
Or,  carrying  systems  o'er  that  mighty  deep 
By  billows  hurrying,  rushing,  raging  onward, 


M 

That  move  upon  the  beacon  lights  of  night 

And  surge  beyond.     They  dream  not  of  those  fleets 

That,  sails  all  set,  move  o'er  a  darker  ocean. 

Into  those  systems  where  are  lights  grown  dark — 

Not  earths;  not  suns. 

They  laugh  at  forces  fast  in  fading  halls — 

The  universe  fast  in  the  soul  of  man. 

At  beings  crouching  on  the  star-storm  clouds; 

At  cities  dead  that  we  see  living  yet. 

Looking  within,  they  seem  to  see  these  things; 

But,  looking  without,  upon  the  world  again. 

They  call  them  fancies,  and  they  vanish  from  them. 

Ah,  if  they  only  knew  the  laws  of  change — 

Or  knew  the  half  we  know — 

How  would  it  shake  their  minds,  and  make  them  mad. 

Ethbon — The  only  cause  of  all  is  ignorance, 
From  which  springs  prejudice  and  every  folly. 
This  shadow  of  death  is  now  most  heavy  on  them. 
But,  with  our  aid,  the  world  begins  to  move. 
This  century  has  promised  mighty  times 
That  will  outleap  the  tedious  course  of  nature, 
Leaving  behind  their  savagery  days  of  war; 
Of  right  by  blood  to  be  the  manger  dog; 
Rights  called  divine,  and  many  another  right 
That  has  been  always  wrong. 
The  time  will  come  when  to  this  human  race 
The  only  king  will  be  the  king  of  hearts — 
When  each  man  will  refuse  such  goods  on  earth 
As  nil  men  may  not  have. 


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For  men  will  learn  that  day  that,  true  it  is : 
That  only  one  thing  all- where  assured — 
Heart  of  a  gentle  man. 

VoNRA — There's  this  as  their  excuse: 
How  much  their  life  from  infancy  to  age 
Is  the  world's  dead  world  working  outward  through 
them. 

Elmo — Know  they  the  poorest  have  as  much  to  give 
as  any? 
That  each  time  ever  a  truth  is  told:  that  is  an  act 
To  all  men  a  donation  more  than  gifts  ? 
With  each  truth  told 

(Though  far  off  as  the  west  is  from  the  east) 
Some  fetter  dropping  off; 
Some  one,  till  then  enslaved,  by  that  made  free? 

VoNRA — Nor  know  they  beings  wiser  than  themselves, 
Sometimes  stir  up  their  anger,  each  'gainst  each. 
To  wear  away  defects  that  are  within  them. 
Playing  those  forces  downward,  and  upon  them. 
Whereof  they're  unaware. 

Elmo — Can  they  know  this : 
Man's  lack  of  heart  makes  earth  yield  lack  of  bread : 
That: 

Whenever  nations  have  bound  on  their  brows 
Phylacteries;  themselves  then,  better  holding 
Than  others;  then  (those  others  robbed). 
Speaks  earth  in  famines? 
Know  they  the  heavenly  character  of  music 


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That  tells  the  way  by  which  buds  turn  to  flowers, 
Inscribed  in  which  are  secrets  of  all  worlds 
Throughout  the  heavens;  which  our  beings  splendid 
As  their  law  read? 

Ethron — 'Tis  sweet  to  them;  but  that  it  is  a  key 
Made  to  unbolt  their  gateway  into  heaven 
Know  not  they  all  of  them. 

Elmo — Odd,  odd  indeed !  Comes  now  our  time  to  move 
Upon  our  westward  journey  with  the  sun. 


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"b  from  my  foitn  that  in  my  sleep  was  taken, 

will  still  seek  her: 
On,  through  those  ages  we  must  stay  apart; 
On  still,  o'er  that  curvature,  till  we  meet. 
With  that  commencement  of  our  bliss  unutterable 
To  know  that  death  is  dead. 


^ 


ACT  IV. 

[Scene.— Same  as  Scene  of  Act  II.] 

De  Petzy — Cheer  up.   This  is  no  time  for  gloominess. 
Go  join  the  dance. 

Blauvelt — I'm  worn  and  weary,  and  am  sick  at  heart, 
Seeing  I've  searched  to  find  her  that  I  love 
These  many  days,  but  have  not  heard  of  her. 

ovmg  the-n;aDle  round,  'till^'win  all.  P  l 

From  icy  lands,  within  the  bitter  North, 
Beneath  cold  skies  that  are  as  blue  as  steel, 
To  scorching  wastes,  where  burn  the  sands  as  fire, 
And  hot  winds  dry  the  tongue  and  parch  the  throat — 
Aye,  till  this  frame  falls  helpless  at  the  last, 


De  Petzy — You  say  you've  found  her  father,  too, 
Who  now  assists  in  searching  for  her? 

Jesse — Go  join  the  dance.    I  take't  no  compliment 
You  will  not  join.    Why,  what  a  long-drawn  visage! 
Cheer  up.     'Twill  all  end  well. 
The  one  who  makes  your  face  so  melancholy 
Will  be  kind  yet. 

Blauvelt — No  act  unkind  has  given  to  me  my  sadness. 

De  Petzy — Where  was  it  that  you  last  lost  track  of 
her? 


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Blauvelt  —  Why,  first  she  wandered    through  the 
gloomy  woods; 
Then  crossed  the  fields,  and  over  dusty  roads. 
Till,  reaching  that  city,  entered  she  into  it. 
The  sounds  of  city  life  to  her  were  strange, 
And  many  a  time  they  filled  her  mind  with  dread 
(So  have  I  learned  from  those  who  did  observe  her). 
Day  in,  day  out,  she  wandered  through  the  streets, 
But  found  not  what  she  sought. 
At  last,  'tis  said,  she  wearied  of  this  life. 
And  pined  for  streams,  the  wild  flowers,  and  the  woods. 
And  often  was  she  now  seen  by  the  ocean. 
Listening  to  hear  each  message  that  the  waves 
Had  brought  from  distant  ports;  or,  in  the  fields. 
That  nearest  stood  beside  the  city's  edge, 
Would  she  pluck  flowers  to  gaze  upon  their  faces 
And  get  what  women  get  (though  knowing  not  what) 
Who  love  them; 

And  from  them  read,  as  from  a  mirrored  image 
Of  distant  streams,  of  mountains  blue,  and  woods. 
At  last,  those  who'd  observed  lost  sight  of  her — 
From  that  point,  learned  I  nothing.        [Enter  Sylvia.] 
But  who  comes  here?    Now,  if  my  eyes  deceive  me — 

Sylvia — At  last! 

Blauvelt — Tell  me — where  have  you  been? 
What  land  has  been  so  lighted  by  your  eyes 
No  sun  was  needed? 


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Sylvia — Three  weary  days,  and  nights  as  weary,  too, 
I've  seen  the  stars  creating  light  by  night. 
The  mightier  sun  relieving  them  by  day. 
But  found  you  not.     Then  grew  most  weary  I. 
At  last  rose  up  a  light  forth  from  the  ground 
Which  moved  before,  and  following  after  it, 
Came  I,  till  here. 

Blauvelt — Was  it  an  angel  that  led  Sylvia  ? 
Seeing  so  soft  and  gentle  are  her  thoughts 
That  in  them  might  one  come  ? 
And  now  the  day  of  parting  is  o'erpast. 
And  part  will  we  no  more. 

Sylvia — Not  on  this  earth;  and  when  death  comes  to 
one. 
Then  will  we  lie  each  in  the  others  arms, 
And,  as  one  dies,  the  other  die  as  well. 
And  both,  thus  joined,  pass  to  the  realms  of  sleep. 


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SUPPLEMENT 

TO  ^*A  DREAM  OF  REALMS  BEYOND  US/' 

MATTKR  IvS  HHRH  vSKT  FORTH  FOR  THE  AID  OF  SOMF  OF  THE 
BRITISH  REVIEWERS  WHO  HAVE  BELIEVED  THAT  THEY 
HAVE  REVIEWED  THE  BOOK  TO  WHICH  THIS  SUPPLEMENT 
IS  APPENDED,  BUT  WHO  HAVE  NOT,-ALTHOUGH  THE  LOOKS 
FROM  THEIR  EVES  HAVE  PASSED  OVER  IT'S  PAGES— EVEN 
SEEN    ALL  THAT  IS  WITHIN  THE   WORK. 

The  question  as  to  whether  the  author  of  the  foregoing  book,  copies  of 
which  have  been  placed  in  the  handsof  many  readers  in  Fhirope,  Asia,  Canada, 
the  United  States  of  America  and  Islands  of  the  Pacific  is  a  "SpiritualivSt, 
Christian  Scientist,  Theosophist,  or  what?",  has  called  from  him  letters  of 
which  that  given  below  is  one.  It  is  printed  here  in  order  that  it  may  serve 
as  an  answer  to  some  questions  that  the  book  itself  will  continu^to  arouse,_aml, 
for  yet  an  additional  reason,  namely;  that  it  may  serve  to  conv^^toth^^^nd 
.some  knowledge  upon  the  subject  of  Art  that  such  reviews,  by  British  review-  tt^^^ 
ers,  of  the  earlier  issues  of  the  work  as  have  reached  him  have  not  appeared  (^  ? 
to  the  author  to  possess.  A  knowledge  of  Art  in  it's  higher  manifestation,- 
(if  judgment  is  based  solely  u|K)n  their  printed  utterances),  is  a  matter  in  re- 
gard to  which  these  particular  reviewers  have  appeared  to  be  not  conscious. 
Seeming,  as  they  have  done  in  a  great  variety  of  ways,  todisplay  lack  of  knowl- 
edge of  what  Art  may  be,  it  appears  to  be  but  proper  to  place  here  before  the  v,^<J 
world  some  knowledge,  not  in  their  reviews,  of  that  which  .Art  in  time  may 
come  to   be. 

And  for  that  reason  the  folk)wing  letter  is  here  placed    before    men,    and 
such  readers  as  can  com^  to  be  aware  of  it. 

Dear  Madam: — I  will  try  to  answer  your  questions.     It  is  my   belief   that, 
with  others  who  do  what  we  do,  we  are  one;  and  alsc»  that,  to  those  who  do  the 
things  that  we  have  done,  our  thoughts  must,  in  time  go.     But  the  process  hy^^ 
which  we  may  come  to  dwell  each  in  the  other  may  be   slow,    or    it    may    be 
sudden.     There  is,  as  I  understand  it,  but  one  way  by  which     I  can    Come   to 
dwell  in  another,  and  he  in  me;  and  that  one  way  is  bj'  doing  what  he  does  or 
what  he  has  done.     If  I  am  to  become  a  member  of  an  organization  or  society 
having  rules  of  admission,  I  am  enabletl  to    become  one    by    first   doing    the 
things  that  others  to  become  such    have   done.     What   the  society    does  the 
person  on  the  outside,  who  has  not  done    those  things    that    make    a    man  a 
member,  does  not  know.     So,  if  I  wish  to  find  and  stand  at   the   point   in   the 
universe  from  which  will  gush  forth  the  same   stream   of   thought    which   in 
times  past  has  poured  into  the  soul  of    prophet  and  poet,    builder    or    artist,  I 
must  first  walk  along  the  way  that  was  found  by  him,  and  then    stand    where     ^^^  , 
liest(K)d.     Should  I  wish  to  think  as  does  the  beggar  on  the   street  who,    with  S^ 
shame,  begs,  in  order  that  another  may  be  helped,    or  as    doe.' 
university  president,  without  shame,    for    the    same    end,— (bh 
neither  of  them,  but  only  to  those  who,  upon  being  asked,    do 
Acll  as  in  form,  divided  with  those  who.se  need  is  found  to  be   greatei 
their  own,  their  bread),     I  must  do  what  they  have  done.     If  I    wish  to  think 
as  does  a  Captain  of  industry,  I  must  live  for  that  one  purpose,  and  must  make 
my  eyes  blintl  an<l  my  ears  deaf  to  any  effect  upon  others  of  my   deeds  which 
would  delay  or  prevent  the  accomplishment  of  my  one  purj)ose.     That  which, 
among  all  of  my  works  must  be  my  purpose  placed  Most  High  must  be  to  be- 
come an  industry  Captain.     But,  should  my  choice  be    given    to    them,   and 
tho.se  things  be  done  by  me,  becau.se  in  them  is  my  whole    heart,    my    mind. 


and  my  strength,  those  other  thoughts  and  powers  will  never  be  able  to  enter, 
or  so  far  penetrate  into  me  that  I  will  be  able  even  seriously  to  believe  in  their 
existence,  that  come  to  the  prophet,  who  has  another  purpose,  desired  by  the 
whole  of  his  heart,  and  with  all  of  his  strength,  or  to  the  musician  or  poet, 
who,  throughout  life  has  persistently  refused  to  permit  himself  to  become 
filled,  to  the  exclusion  of  that  which  he  is  destined  to  obtain,  with  those 
things  by  which  a  merchant  obtains  his  reward, — the  reward  that  comes  from 
a  willingness  not  to  forego  success  but  yet  to  press  on  forward  to  obtain  it  after 
he  has  become  aware  that,  by  each  additional  effort  made  by  him  to  obtain  it 
the  struggle  of  others  of  his  fellows  is  made  yet  more  onorous.  The  poet  on 
the  other  hand,  and  prophet,  seeks  above  all  things,  to  get  beyond  the  region 
in  nature  where  the  transfers  and  exchanges  taking  place  constitute  the  par- 
ent or  starting  point  of  those  evanescent  processes  in  the  world  called  com- 
merce, that,  seemingly  stable,  are  ephemeral,  and  among  the  things  first  for- 
gotten. With  an  intuitive  knowledge  or  instinct  towards  the  things  that  are 
lasting  the  poet  and  prophet  seeks  to  get  not-with-standing  his  resisting  outer 
nature,  beyond  this  realm  of  the  bubbles  that  burst  into  the  place 
where  the  dreams  are,  which  are  the  only  things  that  have  a  permanent  and 
an  everlasting  foundation.  But,  if  ever  his  dreams  become  strong  enough  to 
lift  him  up  out  of  the  commercial  willingness  to  prosper  at  the  cost  of  another 
man's  distress,  the  things  that  have,  at  such  cost,  come  to  him,  must  fall  away 
from  him.  For  he  has  been  lifted  by  his  dreams  from  a  place  in  which  things 
of  one  kind  could  be  to  another  in  which  they  cannot.  And  he  will  from 
choice  now'leave  as,  to  him  of  little  worth,  the  things  or  methods  that  create 
the  success  of  the  industry  captain, — methods  that  make  fame  and  achieve  for 
the  politician  or  ecclesiastic  the  chief  places  or  seats.  lie  will  leave  them  to  ob- 
tain those  things  that,  to  the  amazed  captains  of  industry, — and  rightly  from 
their  view-point, — constitute  a  mere  matter  of  midsummer  madness. 

In  other  words,  as  these  matters  seem  to  be  seen  by  me,  the  parent  of  a 
thought. — (if  the  thought  is  one  that  is  to  rise  up,  and  constitute  the  neucleus 
of  a  star,  which  will  thereafter  grow  into  form  and  take  it's  place  in  the  heav- 
ens),— must  be  first  that  which  is  back  of  all  things  that  are  destined  to  live, 
— an  impulse;  the  impulse  will  then  be  followed  by  an  act,  and  the  act  by  it's 
thought.  And,  to  be,  with,  and  of  others,  they  and  we  must  have  acted  from 
the  same  impulse  intuition,  or  spirit.  Our  deeds  will  then  be  of  the  same 
class,  kind,  or  kingdom. 

Thoughts,  like  men,  have  their  measured,  fixed,  and  appointed  periods  of 
life.  And,  as  I  have  looked  at  thoughts,  those  that  have  been  of  longest  life 
have  had  for  their  parents  acts  that  lookejcl  as  if  they  were  destined  to  bring 
to  those  who  were,  for  the  time  being,  controlled  by  them  the  opposite  of 
that  for  which  the  world  of  traffic  seeks, — the  least.  The  deeds  thus  promp- 
ted were  the  opposite  of  those  of  timidity,  were  deeds  that,  as  they  have 
sought  but  little  or  nothing  for  self,  have  been  deeds  that  have  been  most 
courageous. 

But,  should  the  steps  taken  by  poet  or  prophet  be  taken  even  for  such 
pure  gain  as  gain  of  knowledge,  when  the  gain  sought  is  to  be  only  for  self  it 
will  be  nothing,  for  it  will  still  belong  to  the  world  of  commerce  and  be  mere 
traffic.  For,  as  long  as  gain  remains  the  object,  no  more  can  be  obtained 
through  the  spirit  of  that  effort  than  can  be  obtained  through  the  spirit  of 
any  other  traffic,  and  its  fruit  will  be  the  same; — be  only  that  which  comes 
from  traffic:  and  it  will  be  as  well  to  work  as  a  politician, — for  the  fruit  of 
traffic  can  rise  no  higher  than  a  material  thing  and  will  be,  in  that  case,  an 
office;  or,  as  a  soldier  fighting  for  territory,  who  goes  forth  to  take  from  an- 
other people  their  land,  and,  as  compensation,  gets  applause,  or  a  certain  and 
unfailing  income,  which  the  business  career  of  a  private  citizen   would    not  so 


certainly  assure  hirii,  by  which  he  is  led  to  feel  certain  of  the  bread  that  will 
keep  in  him  the  kind  of  life  that  he  is  ready  to  take  away  from  others  in  or- 
der that  he  may  himself  not  lose  it. 

Upon  the  other  hand,  the  reward  of  one  who  would  become  a  Master  of 
Arts  is  that  which  comes  from  desiring  rather  to  abandon  and  walk  away  from 
the  certainty  of  bread  or  applause  than  ever  to  acquire  it  at  the  cosFof^an- 
other  man's  welfare.  But,  neverthelesss,  a  man  should  do  no  thing,  so  long 
as  he  does  not,  above  all  other  things,  prefer  it,  and  that  is, — love  it.  When 
the  time  comes  for  him  to  take  the  steps, — (after  emptying  himself  of  the 
lower  things  that  are  traffic), — through  which  there  will  be  caused  to  flow 
into  him  other  things,  he  will,  through  that  which  alone  can  prompt  such 
acts, — through  love  of  them,  perform  them.  And  what  others  do  will  be  then 
to  him  nothing.  For  he  will  then  see  that  no  man  should  ever  take  such  a 
step  as  the  poet,  prophet,  or  artist  will  have  taken  from  any  other  cause  at-all 
but  one, — from  love  of  it.  If  there  still  remain  to  him  other  things  that  he 
prefers  to  do  it  is  best  that  they  should  be  the  things  still  done  by  him.  But, 
of  these  matters  that  the  high  artists  have  done  it  is  hard  to  speak  clearly 
and  plainly,  and  it  has  always  been  considered  easier  to  make  them  plain 
rather  by  reference  and  by  metaphor.  For,  so  long  as  we  lead  lives  that  must 
in  many  respects  differ  and  until  the  time  comes  when  we  will  live  each  in 
the  other  and  lead  one  life,  there  will  be  things  that  we  will  not  be  able  to 
speak  plainly  and  face  to  face  each  to  the  other,  and  long  letters  will  say  but 
little. 

That  beings  in  this  world  can  become  surrounded  by  and  aware  of,  and 
served  by  others  who  have  gone  out  of  their  garments  of  flesh,  is  my  own  be- 
lief, or  dream.  For  our  beliefs  are  only,  and  no  more  than  mere  dreams. 
And  so  I  speak  of  that  which  I  know  as  a  dream,  and  for  two  reasons:  First, 
because  its  dreams  have  been  always  the  most  real  of  all  the  things  of  earth; 
and  this  is  for  the  reason  that  all  of  the  subjects  of  merchandise,  and  prop- 
erties that  are  owned  by  merchants,  who  call  themselves  the  practical  ones  of 
the  earth,  have  had  their  birth  originally,  and  their  start  out  of  dreams,  ex- 
actly as,  through  the  dreams  of  earth's  dreamers  and  poets,  will  the  merchan- 
dise, accumulated  by  the  methods  which  earth's  merchants  now  follow,  for 
which  such  merchants  will  then  mourn,  be  caused  to  pass,  as  does  a  vapor  be- 
fore the  sunlight  of  morning,  or  as  falls  away  the  grain  before  the  sweep  of 
the  sickle.  I  speak  of  the  presence  of  those  noble  ones  about  us  who,  when 
clothed  in  the  flesh,  would  not  gain  aught  at  the  cost  of  a  wound,  or  of  loss  to 
another,  as  a  dream,  because  I  have  stood  in  that  attitude  in  which,  when  he 
is  possessed  of  naught  but  dreams,  one  can,  look  and  can  see  what  dreams  are 
in  men,  and  I  have  seen  that  such  dreams  as  are  theirs,  and  such  dreams  as 
are  the  dreams  of  those  of  this  world  who  do  not  deem  their  own  opinions  to 
be  wiser  than  is  the  wisdom  of  non-resistence,  are  dreams  thai  are  not  to  be 
outlasted  by  time. 

And,  for  these  reasons,  1  would  express  such  ideas  as  it  is  attempted  here 
to  set  forth  in  the  language  of  the  most  stable  of  all  of  the  things  that  are; 
namely,  by  calling  them  dreams:  and  by  saying  that,  with  me,  it  is  a  dream 
that,  when,  aware  of  his  own  resplendent  intellectual  endowments,  and  know- 
ing that  by  using  them  as  did  the  rulers  of  her  civilization  of  an  hour  he  could 
have  placed  himself  at  the  head  of  her  ecclesiastical  system,  or  have  slcx)d  up- 
on the  pinnacle  of  her  commerce,  chief  among  the  chief  captains  of  the  in- 
dustry of  Judea,  Jesus  of  Nazareth  preferred  instead  to  turn  away  from  the 
methods  of  those  who,  in  her  esteem  were  held  to  be  highest,  to  stand  at  the 
place  of,  and  feel  with  them  from  the  view-point  of  those    who  were    held  by 


her  to  be  but  degenerates  and  outcasts  there  did  gather  all  at  once  about  him, 
and  become  able  to  serve  and  minister  to  him,  all  of  those  daring  ones  of  the 
world  of  whom  in  times  past  the  world  had  not  l)een  worthy.  And  that  is  a 
dream. 

And  it  is  my  dream, — (being  myself  one  of  those  who,  in  this  world 
where  strife  is  the  cause  of  illusions,  is  a  practical  man), — that,  upon  this  step 
being  so  determined  upon  by  him  that  it  was  to  come  to  be  taken,  there  did 
come  to  him,  and  for  months  ihereafter  remain  with  him, as  the  outcome  of 
the  operation  of  one  of  nature's  laws, — where  strife  is  not, — such  power  over 
the  air  as  made  the  winds  in  their  causes  sul)ject  to  his  wiil  until  they  could 
be  hushed  by  it,  whereupon,  the  winds  ceasing,  the  waters  on  the  neighboring 
lake  would  be  caused  to  subside.  Such  a  will,  under  the  laws  of  nature,  was 
the  kind  of  will  that  could  be  j)ut  into  him  by  thought  such  as  was  his 
thought;  but  the  power  of  that  thought  could  come  forth  only  out  of  knowl- 
edge that  coiibl  believe  no  fellow  man  himself  to  be  ilegenerate,-  knowledge 
that  could  know  of  no  one  fittest  to  survive. 

This,  to(j,  1  dream:  That  when  Siddartha,  (Gautama  Buddha)  the  com- 
passionate went  away  from  his  palace  forever  to  learn,  by  living  it,  what  was 
the  view-point  of  India's  outcasts,  there  did,  indeed,  as  has  been  said,  gather 
about  him  when  he  was  under  the  Bo  tree  all  of  those  who,  by  that  act,  were 
made  to  be  dwellers  in,  and  to  become  one  with  him,  through  having  done 
deeds  that  were  of  the  same  spirit  of  compassion  that  had  prompted  his  act. 

.\nd  I  dream  a  dream, — (thai  comes  trom  whai  taught  him),  that  when 
Socrates,  the  jester  for  truth,  -(one  of  that  mighty  line  that  fortunately  has. 
and  will  yet  have  decendants). — was,  with  the  utmost  C(M.)Iness,  ready  to  drink 
the  hemlock  for  having  spoken  that  which  the  timid,  and  nations  whose 
hands  are  war-stained,  strive  ever  to  hide  and  conceal,  and,  amid  his  distur- 
bed friends,  spoke  undisturbed  of  his  death,  there  was  in  his  own  words,  for 
him,  more  than  he  allowed  them  to  know;  and  that  he  was,  during  his  dis- 
course, made  calm  by  the  near  presence  of  those  great  ones,  at  the  moment 
ministering  to  him,  into  contact  with  wIkjui  he  had  been  brought  through  a 
deed  done  such  as  they  before  him  had  performed;  and  that  his  genius,  his 
own  spirit,  -his  father  in  heaven,  -the  monitor  of  whom  he  had  so  many 
times  spoken, — was,  in  those  high  moments,  so  near  to  him  that  the  whc»le 
earth  and  heaven  ha*!  already  begun  to  take  on  for  liim  a  new  shape  and 
beaut}'  and  things  a  rare  snd  new  meaning  such  as  were  cause  of  a  deej)  ami  a 
new  wonder  to  him.  These  things  I  dream,  and,  seeing  them  one  and  eternal 
with  that  of  which  they  themselves  are  an  embodied  and  })ermanent  part,  I 
cannot  escape  from  believing.  With  the  hope  that,  on  paper,  they  may  have 
served  the  purpose  that,  in  placing  them  here  I  have  hoped  for,  I  am, 
Yours  respectfully, 

Adair  Wkkckkr 

SCIENTIFIC  EXPLANATION  OF,  AND  SCIENTIFIC  FOUNDATION 
OF   THE    IDEA    OF    HELL. 

The  article  given  below  was  sent  to  the  Chicago  Chronicle.  The  e<litor 
returned  it  with  the  following  statement,  "The  inclosetl  man- 
uscript is  returned  not  because  it  is  found  to  be  objectionable,  or  in  any  way 
unsuited  to  the  columns  of  the  paper,  but  solely  for  the  reason  that 
we  have  more  matter  of  this  class  than  we  can  hope  to  use."  It  was  there- 
fore afterwards  given  out  to  other  daily,  weekly  and  monthly  publications 
upon  the  supposition  that  their  manuscript  coffers  might  not  be  as  rich  in 
thought  of  the  class  to  which  that  contained  in  the  article  below  belongs  as  is 
the  Chronicle  of  Chicago. 

In  the  opening  article  of  McClures  magazine  for  March  1902  the  state- 
ment is  made  that  Prof.  Loeb  of  Chicago  conceives  life  and  electricity  to  be 
the  same;  and  also  believes  it  to  be  the  fact  that,  as  the  result  of  the  magnifi- 
cent work  done  by  him  and  those  assisting  him,  life  may  come  to  be  pro- 
longed. With  the  last  statement  I  agree;  but,  as  will  appear  fnmi  the  jiages 
of  a  manuscript  book  entitled:  "H  IS  VERSES,  (WITH  THAT  IN  THl'M 
WHICH  IS.),  FOR  TllOSb:  KINDEST  HEARTED,"  copies  of  which  were 
presented  by  me  several  years  ago  to  libraries  of  Royal  vSocieties  in  Ireland, 
Scotland  and  F'ngland,  to  the  chief  universities  of  these  countries,  to  the 
chief  universities  of  Australia  and  Canada,  and  to  the  chief  universities  of  the 
United  States  of  America,  with  the  first  statement  I  do  not,  in  all  respects, 
agree.  In  one  of  the  poems  contained  in  the  manuscript  IxK^k,  the  title  ot  the 
l)oem  being:  "HOW    TO    OVl-RCOMb;    THI-:    LAST    1<:N1<:MV",    are    these 


words:  "For,  electrified  is  action;    and,    (transmuted),     will,     through    deeds, 
come  a  force  to  end  all  dying,  &c." 

Action  is,  indeed,  as  has  been  seen  by  Prof.  Loeb,  the  result  of  the  oper- 
ation of  electricity;  for,  as  in  the  poem  stated,  "electrified  is  action";  but,  back 
of  electricity  is  something  more  subtle,  which  determines  its  character, — ^astD^ 
whether  the  manifested  electricity  will  be  negative  or  positive.  This  subtle 
something  is  thought.  But  thought  is  of  two  kinds.  One  kind  is  the  kind  in 
nature  that  is  back  of  the  impulse  that  causes  the  world  to  most  highly  honor 
and  pay  those  willing,  for  such  rewards,  to  take  the  lives  of  their  fellows:  the 
other  is  back  of  the  inj pulse  that  wili  cause  men  rather  to  forego  reward  than 
accept  it  as  the  return  coming  for  destruction  to  limb  or  life  of  the  least  of 
their  fellows.  It  is  the  form  of  thought  that  prompts  the  highest  known 
form  of  human  courage,  whose. ultimate  aim  ever  is,  not  destruction,  but  cre- 
ation: whose  offspring  was  the  discovery  of  the  X-ray,  and  su^  work  as  has 
been  done, — for  which  the  world  has  not  capacity  sufficientorf  reward  him, — 
by  Prof.  Loeb.  J^ 

Prof.  Loeb  justly  complains  that,  in  America,  rewards  go,  not  to  those  en- 
gaged in  work  such  as  his,  but  rather  to  those  who  profit  from  politics.  This 
is  a  discouraging  fact.  Still,  to  know  this  may  give  him  heart  to  persist  in 
his  work:  that,  outside  of  the  walls  of  American  universities,  are  artists, 
writers,  and  discoverers  working, — and  who  have  for  long  years  worked, — for 
whom  such  institutions  have  done,  and  do  nothing. 

Hut,  back  of  the  gigantic  natural  force,  whose  initial  or  starting  point  is 
within  tho  brain  of  man,  is  more  than  is  above  stated.  The  great  storage 
battery  for  electricity  in  one  of  its  forms  of  expression, — that,  whose  starting 
point  is  in  imperialistic  or  despotic  thought.— is  the  central  earth.  And  it 
was,  therefore,  nt)t  for  nothing  that  the  Seers  of  old  prophesied  for  peoples 
seeking,  above  all  other  things,  prosperity,  a  fate  such  as  came  upon  Ciomor- 
rah  and  Sodom.  For,  back  of  the  vague  percei)ii*;ion  which,  during  the  long 
ages,  has  been  m  the  minds  of  men  waiting  to  be  worked  out,  that  this  earth 
can,  because  of  their  acts  and  thoughts,  come  to  be  destroyed  by  fire,  there 
has  been  always,  although  it  has  not  been  put  into  formulated  expression,  a 
law'  and  a  scientific  foundation.  Injustice  and  its  offspring  coercion,  or  that 
action  upon  the  part  of  any  people  through  which  it  takes  a  portion  of  the 
earth's  surface  away  from  any  other  people  by  violence,  ever  creates  and 
stores  up  within  the  earth  an  electrical  force  that,  goiiig  to  and  fro  within  it, 
is,  step  by  stej),  performing  the  work  that  can  S(jme  (lay  cause  the  earth's 
surface  to  sink  and  collapse  and  molten  lava  and  fire  from  within  to  come 
through  the  crevasses  then  formed,  and  spread  over  its  surface. 

Thought  is  a  gigantic  natural  power  and  its  operation  not  yet  fully  com- 
prehended; but  the  time  will  come  when  it  will  be  a  fact  apparent  that  all  of 
those  who,  in  i)uli)it  or  press,  uphold  the  application  of  torture  to  their  fellow 
men,  such  as  was  not  practiced  by  the  armies  of  pagan  times,  are,  whether 
they  are  aware  of  the  fact  or  not,  but  hastening,  by  their  thought  and  intent, 
the  time  of  the  arrival  of  such  a  final  result. 

The  prophets  and  poets  of  ancient  times,  although  in  their  outer  natures, 
they  had  not  yet  come  see  that,  back  (jf  their  prophesies,  there  rested  a  prin- 
ciple of  science,  yet  had  within  them  an  intuitive  consciousness  of  the  fact 
that  injustice,  done  by  any  man  upon  earth,  brings  about  simultaneous 
charges  within  it;  and  they  were  wiser  than  they  knew  when  their  intuitions 
told  them  that  hypocricy,  brutality  and  greed,^^arth,  might  bring 
about  destruction  from  within  it  if  ever  the  time  should  come  when  such  an 
abomination  of  desolation  should  make  its  appearance  upon  the  earth  as  towns 
and  villages  having  the  torch  set  to  them  in  liberty's  name,  and,  in  that 
name,  gun  and  sword  used  to  make  of  any  place  inhabited  by  man  a  wilder- 
ness. 

Unles  work  of  that  character  ceases  to  be  done,  lightening,  or  the  elec- 
tricity that  the  minds  of  men  can  create,  will,  by  all  men,  be  seen  to  fall  from 
heaven.  And,  although  from  the  time  of  the  world's  foundation,  it  has  been 
in  process  of  generation  through  each  act  of  coercion  and  oppression,  each  act 
for  expansion  by  conquest,  although  they  have  not  yet  all  of  them  seen  it. 
each  man  may,  before  the  j) resent  generation  shall  have,  all  of  it,  departed, 
come,  in  many  places  to  see  it. 

'TTb'rTr'^s^  Adair  Welcker 

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